"Damn, this one's empty," Mikael muttered and threw another scotch bottle off the bed. "I should get another one." He tried to get up. "No," he decided as his stomach roiled. "Bad idea."

"Well this is a lovely sight," Charlotte told him as she looked around his bedroom. "Your penthouse is lovely. It's a shame that the sight of you in it ruins the whole effect."

"And I thought sitting down would stop me from feeling nauseous. Here you are, so I stand corrected," Mikael spat. She was a bit blurry as she made her way toward the bed but he wasn't drunk enough for her to be unidentifiable. "What do you want? Did you come to laugh at my descent into Hell?"

"Oh, no," Charlotte remarked, entirely serious as she put a hand on his arm. He looked so pathetic. It was almost too sad to watch. "I just...with all the time I spent there, it would be hypocritical for me to make fun now, wouldn't it?"

"Yes, but I didn't think that would stop you," Mikael smirked and put a hand on her leg. "Since you're here, will you get me another drink?"

Charlotte looked around at all the empty bottles. "Are you sure there's any left around here?"

"I'm sure there is if you look hard enough," Mikael told her and slapped her butt before giving her a push toward the kitchen. "Oh, and if you wanna get drunk too, don't hesitate to get something for yourself."

"I'm surprised you think I drink," Charlotte said, turning for a moment and raising an eyebrow.

"Why wouldn't I?" Mikael questioned. "I know you're not an angel. Now, are you gonna get me that drink or not?"

Charlotte scoffed and went to grab another bottle. As she brought it back, Mikael reached for it, but she held it out of his grip, opening it and taking a big swig.

"Hey!" He cried. "That's mine!"

"Not if you told me to get it for you," Charlotte got out after swallowing. "If you wanted all of it, you should have gotten it yourself."

He glared at her for a little bit, then she finally took pity on him and handed him what was left of the bottle before throwing her Chanel handbag on the floor beside the bed and sitting next to Mikael.

"I realize that people don't drink this much for no reason," she said. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Mikael swallowed and shook his head. "With you? I'd rather be eaten alive by piranhas!"

"Well, all right," Charlotte got out and put her hands up. "I just thought I would ask." She got up, preparing to storm out cause there was nothing left to do with him. But he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back down.

"Just because I don't want to talk about my feelings with you doesn't mean I don't have any use for you at all," he hissed. "Stay."

Charlotte pulled her wrist back. "I'm not some toy you can play with or some underling you can command," she said firmly. "I am-"

"Yes, yes," Mikael interrupted. "You're the Goddess of All Creation. I know that. Do you think that matters to me?"

"It should!" Charlotte pouted.

Mikael then reached out and took her hand more gently, circling her palm with his thumb.

"Stop that!" Charlotte demanded as she began to feel hot. "Stop what you're doing right now!"

"And just what is it that I'm doing?" Mikael questioned with a sly grin before bringing her hand up to kiss it. "Tell me, what is that I'm doing that's got you so panicked and afraid?"

"I'm not afraid, I just don't want you touching me!" Charlotte snapped. "There's a big difference!"

Then, to her surprise, Mikael looked contrite. "I'm sorry," he said and let her hand go. "Will you please sit?" He patted the spot on the bed beside him. His words were beginning to slur, and Charlotte couldn't be sure, but she thought she saw a glint of tears in his eyes.

"You're sorry?" She asked. "About what? What's going on?"

"It's...well, for the first time in my life, I feel completely powerless," he shared. He took another drink. "I'm the first one of my kind. I'm just like you. I feel responsible for everyone who came after, our kind as a whole. And now I have no idea if they'll make it."

Charlotte nodded and snatched the bottle away, ignoring Mikael's indignant groan as she finished the rest of what was in it. "I know how you feel," she said. "I created the entire world!"

"Didn't your sister..." Mikael began before Charlotte cut him off savagely.

"NO!" She roared. "I created it! It was me, me, me!"

"You just keep telling yourself that," Mikael chuckled.

"Back to what we were talking about," Charlotte said to him, trying to keep her calm.

"Right," He said. "I'm thinking...I'm thinking of..."

"What?" Charlotte asked and shook him. "What are you thinking of? Don't just leave things hanging like that! Keeping things in isn't good for you."

"Since when do you care what's good for me?" Mikael asked.

"Well, I...I don't really...but, I'm here, right?" She questioned."Don't situations like this call for getting drunk and making each other feel better? Or am I wrong?"

"You are the most complicated woman I've ever met," Mikael remarked, feeling dumbfounded by this...unexpected show of compassion from a woman who didn't seem to have any at all.

"Yes, well...I'll take that as a compliment," Charlotte assured him.

"I bet you're thinking of your children, aren't you?" Mikael got out. "I know I am. I know I made mistakes and that I haven't always been the best father..."

"Sounds like you've been far from it," Charlotte said.

"Oh, you're one to talk," Mikael snapped. "What about your behavior?"

"We're not talking about me," Charlotte reminded him. "We're talking about you. Don't change the subject!"

"Well, I was done with the subject anyway, so it's time to change the subject," Mikael grinned. "You talk now. Do you feel bad about being a lousy mother?"

Charlotte frowned and bit one of her nails. "I don't think I'm a lousy mother," she got out. "Maybe I'm not the perfect example of what a mother should be, but in my own way, I love my children and my grandchildren and great grandchildren. My ex husband is terrified about this robot invasion and honestly, so am I?"

"Oh, I need one more drink if we're gonna talk about that," Mikael said. "Excuse me a minute, would you? I'll be back."

"No, you won't!" Charlotte called after him. "And it would be just like you to leave when it's my turn to share, after I listened to you!"

But she was surprised when he returned promptly and handed her a bottle of her own. He seemed a little more alert now. "Here," he said. "From the sound of things, it wouldn't hurt you to have a whole bottle to yourself."

She reached out to take it and he looked her deep in the eyes, his gaze so arresting that she couldn't look away. "What are you looking at?" She got out after several moments of silence.

"You," Mikael told her. "You're a beautiful woman, Charlotte."

This made her blush. "Oh, you're drunk," she told him.

"Maybe," he said, leaning in closer. "But I'm not blind." He tried to kiss her but she held him at a distance.

"I don't think we want to do this," she told him, shaking her head. "The first time was the worst in the history of humanity!"

But the shaking of her head had made the smell of her shampoo drift into Mikael's nostrils, which made him more determined than ever. He smiled, stared a little longer, then grabbed her, his lips crashing against hers.

Shocked, she didn't kiss back or embrace him. She pushed him away, grabbed her handbag, muttered some half-hearted excuse, and headed for the door.

But Mikael zipped there before she could and blocked her way out.

"What are you doing?" She demanded. "Move aside! I want to leave here!"

"Oh, but you'll miss out on so much," Mikael replied as he pulled her to him and began kissing and nibbling on her neck. "I agree that our first time was not the best, but how can we get better if we don't practice?"

He got her as close as he could, grabbed her behind, and when their lips met while goosebumps covered her arms, Charlotte knew she wouldn't be going anywhere else that day.

"What's going on around here?" Lee asked as he strode into Lucifer's office. "This isn't about how I should get back with Lisa is it? I'm working on it, but you can't rush me!"

"This isn't about you and Lisa," Lucifer shook his head. "You're not going to believe this, but alien robots have invaded the Earth and are planning to kill us all!"

Lee stiffened and then a bloodthirsty smile curved his lips. "That's not a problem...thanks to my mother, I'm a demon. I can get rid of them easiy."

"No," Lucifer told him firmly. "You take Lisa and the little one and you go somewhere safe. That's an order."

Lee bristled. "And I bet you're letting your real children fight. Why can't I? Is it because you don't think of me as your son? Did you only invite me to live here out of pity?"

"It's not about you!" Lucifer cried impatiently. "It's about keeping Lisa and the baby safe! Even though you're fighting, I'm sure that's what you want."

"Yes," Lee sighed. "I do...but once I get them somewhere safe, I'm coming back to fight. I know I'm too useful to just sit this out. Think of something for me to do, please! Treat me just like everyone else."

Not knowing where else to go with this, Lucifer assured him they would find something for him to do, and then he changed the subject. "So...have you signed the divorce papers yet?"

"I have not," Lee said firmly. "And I have no plans to. The only way she'll be separated from me is when she has to bury my cold, dead body. In fact, I'll just go tell her that right now!"

He stormed out of the office, slamming the door behind him, and went to see Lisa, who was with their daughter in her nursery.

When he stormed in, Lisa hugged the baby closer to her chest and hissed at Lee, "You know, you could have come in quieter! Lenora is trying to sleep! Have some consideration."

Lee took their daughter from Lisa's hands and put her in her crib. "There," he said, eying his sleeping daughter. "She's good. You're coming with me. We have to talk." He grabbed her by her wrist and pulled her out of the nursery and into his room.

"What is it that you want?" She asked, arms crossed, watching him pace and run his fingers through his hair. "Has a miracle happened? Are you gonna tell me that you signed the divorce papers at last?"

"We'll both be dead and rotting before I sign them!" He said and got right in her face, which caused her to lean back a little.

"Well, then what do you want for heaven's sake, if that's not what you're pestering me about?" Lisa questioned. "What else is there?"

"Lucifer told me that alien robots are invading the Earth and intent on killing everyone," he told her. "Don't think I'm lying cause I'm not. You can ask anyone and they'll tell you the same thing."

"Oh, my...are you saying we're gonna die?" Lisa asked, her jaw dropping. "I don't want to!" She paused and zapped up a pencil and paper. "Give me details. It's the only way I'll feel better about this. Where are they from? How dangerous are they? When will the invasion start?"

"I honestly don't know much but I think it's already in the process of happening," Lee told her. "Lily-Eleanor knows one of them and says he's a friendly one, but we're not quite sure we believe her yet."

"Well, in a way, that's good," Lisa said. "Having someone with a connection from behind enemy lines...now I feel better."

"You'll feel even better when you start packing things for you and Leona," Lee told her. "We're gonna take you both to a safe house where you'll be protected from the danger."

This made Lisa turn abruptly to face him, hands on hips and her red hair flying in her face. "Over my dead body will I be left out of this!" She cried. "I want to help too!"

"Who's gonna take care of our baby if you're helping too?" Lee asked. "Someone has to stay behind and you're the mother!"

"If there's an invasion, we're not gonna be safe anywhere," Lisa pointed out, hands on hips. "So I'd rather be with my parents while all this is going on then be alone in a strange place. How can you not understand that?"

Lee's jaw clenched and he leaned in. "You'll do as I ask, woman!" he said.

"Or what?" Lisa demanded. "You'll drag me there and chain me to a bed?"

"I might not even take you anywhere else!" Lee told her. "I might just tie you to my bed here!"

She thrust her chin forward. "You can't scare me into listening to your commands. I know I'm stronger than that."

Lee let out a growl and pushed her against the door, putting her hands up over her head as her eyes shut tight. "You're mine and only mine," he reminded her. "Get that in that pretty head of yours so we don't have to keep having this conversation."

He'd gotten so close to her that when Lisa spat at him, it went into his eye and he jump back with a screech. "You bitch!" He bellowed before grabbing her and kissing her soundly as his hands roamed all over her body and even under her skirt.

As they kissed each other hungrily, he backed her up against the bed before they both fell onto it. He pushed up her skirt, pulled off her panties, and began rubbing her hard before moving his finger in and out of her as she cried out with pleasure.

Then, much to his surprise, she sat up and kicked him in the crotch before grabbing her panties and heading for the door.

"Sign the damn divorce papers," she urged him. "Cause really, that hurt me more than it hurt you and I can't bear to be in so much pain."

"I won't!" He told her stubbornly. "And if you don't want to think of your own safety, think of our daughter's! Can I at least get her somewhere safe?"

"All right," Lisa nodded and put her panties on. "When it comes to keeping Leona safe, I'm more than happy to talk with you."

"How was your ride?" Elijah asked Scott when his son returned from the barn. "Everything go all right?"

"Oh, sure," Scott nodded. "Fine...horse is fine...but I haven't seen Sophia since, well, you know. Have either of you?"

"No," Selina shook her head. "And I think there's a 'For Sale' sign in her yard too. She could be leaving us if she's not gone already."

Scott gritted his teeth and in his best impression of his father, said, "It's not good manners to just leave your friends without so much as a 'Goodbye'. I'm going to find her and tell her that!"

just as he was about to do so, the doorbell rang. Elijah and Selina gave one another a look and Elijah went to get the door, letting one of Scott's dates inside.

"Did you forget we were going out?" She chirped and crinkled her nose. "Why do you smell like horse? I'm not going out with you if you smell like that!"

"Well, that's lucky because I'm not really in the mood anymore," Scott said. "I'm worried about my friend more."

His date growled and stomped off as he slammed the screen door behind her, grabbed his keys, and headed off to Sophia's house to find out just what in the name of Steve was going on.

After she was gone, Selina went to find his date, who was sulking on the porch.

"Can you believe he ditched me like that?" Asked the girl.

"I'm sure he doesn't mean to be hurtful," Selina tried to reassure her. "Our neighbor went missing and he's...they're good friends. I'm sure that if you go home now, he'll call you later and make it up to you."

"Really?" Asked the girl hopefully. "You think he will?"

"Of course," Selina nodded. "I'm his mother, would I lie?"

The girl gave her a strange look (cause she obviously didn't look old enough to be Scott's mother) and scampered off as Selina scoffed behind her back.

"Yeah, he'll call you, never! And that'll be good!" She smirked to herself and went back into the house.

"Everything okay?" Elijah asked.

"For now, yes," Selina nodded and perched on Elijah's lap. "At least about his date anyway."

Meanwhile, Scott arrived at Sophia's farm and saw with dismay that his parents were correct: there was a very large and obvious "For Sale" sign in the front yard. Sophia was making a run for it, if she hadn't already, because the shock of robots and the supernatural was too much for her, he guessed. She was nowhere in sight. He got out of his car and made his way toward the seemingly abandoned house, breaking one of the windows and boosting himself inside before prowling around the house, calling Sophia's name.

"You can't be gone, Sophia!" he yelled. "I know a nice girl like you wouldn't leave without saying goodbye to your best friend! Where are you?"

Then he felt something hit him in the back and he fell to the ground as he heard Sophia's voice. "I'm right here," she snapped. "But isn't it obvious that I don't want company and especially not yours?"

Scott chuckled and got to his feet, grinning when he saw that she was holding a baseball bat and clad only in a fluffy white towel. "Be careful where you step," he said. "I had to break some glass to get in here." He looked down. "Wouldn't want to cut those pretty feet of yours."

Then he reached out for the bat. "What's that for?" He asked.

Sophia blushed and muttered something that he couldn't quite hear.

"Say it again," Scott requested.

"I got this to protect myself from the aliens, okay?" She said, louder this time and blushed pink as Scott burst out laughing.

"Oh, you think a bat will protect you from aliens while you're in a towel?" He took her face in his hands. "You're so cute, that's not gonna work."

"Maybe not," Sophia said and swung the bat again. "But it definitely protects me from you when I'm in a towel! And stop laughing, this isn't funny!"

Scott did stop at that point, his eyes sliding over her long, wet legs, neck, and arms. He started to reach out, just itching to take the towel off and see what was underneath. He bet she was gorgeous under there.

The longer he looked, the more she blushed and pulled the towel closer to her. "You can leave now," she stammered. "You probably saw the sign out front. Don't try and talk me out of it because everything is settled and once this place is sold, I'm getting the hell out!"

"Why?" Scott asked. "Why would you leave me and my parents? We like you! And what about all those kids that come to the ranch for therapy? You're screwing them out of that too!"

"I'm surprised you even remembered that enough to scold me about it!" Sophia exclaimed. And she meant it.

"Well, duh, the camp is at my house, so of course I remember," Scott reminded her.

"Don't try and make me feel guilty," Sophia told him. "After hearing all that's coming, I have to think of my safety!"

"You're a mere human," he said. "No offense, but it's true. You'll be safer with us vampires. We can protect you."

"I don't need you to protect me!" Sophia spat. "And you sure don't need me when you have Cookie and Candy, and Honeybun or whatever the hell else their names are to keep you occupied. I wouldn't want to interrupt your fucking your way through the countryside!"

She turned away and he tried to grab her towel to stop her, but inadvertently pulled it off instead. She let out a shriek and turned, trying the best she could to cover herself up while grabbing the towel, but he held it out of her grip and dropped it on the floor a few feet away.

"Why did you do that?" She cried. "For fuck's sake, what is your problem?"

"You don't need to hide under that towel," he said. "I think you're beautiful!"

"I...you turn around right now," she got out. "You shut your eyes and turn around!"

"Why?" Scott questioned. "God...I mean, Steve, gave us eyes to look at pretty things, didn't he?" His blue eyes were twinkling.

"You're disgusting!" Sophia cried and ran over to try and hide behind a potted plant, but it didn't do much good cause it only covered half of her.

"I can still see you," he said. "And you've got a really nice rack, have I ever told you that?"

"Fine," Sophia sighed and came out. "You wanna see everything, here you go! Look as much as you want. Not that I'm much to look at."

"Oh, you are," he said and got close to her, his hands slowly and gently running over her body and giving her goosebumps. She even parted her legs a little, which was something she hoped he didn't notice.

"Stop," she breathed and let out a moan. "Please."

"But I don't want to," Scott told her. "And I truly don't think you want me to either."

"Go see Cindy or Olivia or someone else and have your way with them," She suggested desperately. She was close to letting him take her against the wall.

"It's Carol today," he said and ran a finger over her bottom lip. "But I ditched her to come see you."

"So go apologize!" Sophia ordered. "And bring her flowers too!"

"I don't want to see her," Scott said and let out a growl. "Your breasts are nicer than hers." He then cupped her breasts, bent down a little, and began gently sucking on her nipples while she closed her eyes and let out a whimper.

Her breathing picked up and she began to touch herself.

"She doesn't have your smell," he began and sniffed her, moving her hand and replacing it with his. "She doesn't have your hair," he moved her hair off her neck so he could nibble the skin there.

"Oh...Oh...my..." Just as she was about to orgasm, Sophia found the strength to push Scott away and slap him. "Well, I won't be another notch on your bedpost," she informed him. "I'd like you to get off my property now."

Scott put a hand to his cheek. "Yes, ma'am," he got out. "But you have to stay and let us protect you."

"Go now, or I'll make you," Sophia hissed, thankful he soon went of his own accord and she didn't have to touch him again.

"How do you think things are going with Scott and Sophia?" Elijah asked as he and Selina read in their bed (they sometimes did that fully clothed just because it was comfortable), and he ran his fingers through her dark hair. "You think she let him in?"

"Well, if she didn't, I bet he found a way to get in anyway," Selina smiled. "Poor woman. We have a very determined son." She sighed. "I don't blame the poor girl for wanting to leave cause she's scared about everything."

"Are you scared too?" Elijah asked. "About the aliens, I mean?"

"Well, yeah," Selina nodded. "When even Steve has no plan already that kind of makes things a bit more nerve-wracking doesn't it?"

"Come here," Elijah requested, putting his book on his bedside table and taking her in his arms. "Why don't you let me help you forget about it."

"Okay," Selina nodded. He held her for a moment and then they worked to get her dress and bra off.

"Now you," she said as she lay there in just her panties. "None of that unzipping and doing me while you're still wearing pants. That's not fair, especially if you're trying to make me forget bad things!"

He gave her a grin then let her sit up while he walked to the foot of the bed, peeled off his clothes, and was soon standing there completely naked. "See anything you like?" He asked with a smirk and a wink.

"Gimme, gimme!" she cried, doing grabby motions with her hands as he climbed back into bed and pulled her into his arms. "Panties off, panties off, panties-"

She was cut off as Elijah kissed her soundly, pulled off her soaking wet panties, and threw them on the floor. "Someone wants me bad, I think," he said, cupping her face in his hands.

"Yeah, I do," Selina nodded. "Don't keep me waiting any longer!"

He then parted her legs as she threw her arms around him, crying out as he buried himself inside her, bit her bottom lip gently, and licked the blood up. "You taste so good," he said. "So sweet..." He took her hand and kissed her fingers before she sucked on one of his fingers and he entered her forcefully as a result.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" He cried when she hit her head on the headboard. He kissed the top of her head and rubbed her back after pulling out. "I hope I didn't hurt you."

"Not in a bad way," Selina assured him. "Definitely not."